After dressing appropriately—Gabriel in a fitted thermal jacket of deep navy, Lilith in a sleek white snowsuit that hugged her curves—the couple stepped out of the Frosted Peaks hotel into the crisp morning air.
The sky above was a clear, pale blue, the sun gleaming off the snow-covered peaks. A light breeze carried the scent of pine and fresh powder. The city of Frosthaven stirred to life around them, merchants opening their stalls, children throwing snowballs, and adventurers gathering for their daily quests.
But the couple had only one destination in mind.
The white mountain.
